Love

You boiled me down to epithets and false narratives.

In your mind, it made sense to make me into a negative,

A burden on your neck, dead weight in your pockets,

Someone with the same flame as yours in her eye sockets.

You wrapped their tongues around my collapsing lungs,

All for a hope that somebody else will keep you young.

But I figured as much, never trust a negligent killer.

Every word you have said to me has been a silence-filler.

You reduced my fuming emotions to facts and figures.

As I went numb, you got ready to pull the last trigger.

Yet, the weight of my love will live, it will be reborn too,

And even in death my cold eyes will forever scorn you.

-JW